K?el pov:

  I turn away from my finicky brother and his nagging.

  I gaze into the waiting eyes of the silent dude in front of me.

  I want to kiss his cracked lips.

  I want to feel him just as he feels me.

  I lean in. While he doesn’t move I can tell he’s anticipating.

  I let a hot breath fan his lips before, finally.

  Contact.

  My moisturized lips meet his hard and cold ones.

  I don’t give a fuck that my brother is watching.

  I couldn’t care less about the few students going down the stairs next to me.

  I kissed him.

  I kissed him.

  I feel full and warm.

  I feel warmer than warm.

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  I feel hot.

  I feel–

  “Thank you, dear”

  …

  Pause.

  He spoke.

  This time I know he did.

  I didn’t imagine it this time.

  Wait, did I?

  I turn to look at my brother who looks how I feel–shocked, intrigued, the works.

  I barely have time to continue my inner monologue when he speaks again,

  “Don’t panic. I really did speak,”

  His pov:

  Oh no, my lovely is panicking.

  I have to find a way to calm her down.

  Her little face is reddening so much.

  I know what I’ll do.

  I reach my hand out, slowly.

  Pat.

  Pat.

  K?el pov:

  He is patting my head.

  Pat.

  Pat.

  I can’t help but stare at him. His pats are oddly comforting and I feel my heart rate start to soften.

  Suddenly I’m overcome with emotion.

  More like overcum hehe

  I grab his hands from my head and place them on another which makes him flinch but he does not pull away.

  His pov:

  I’m touching her…his…

  I'm touching--

  I’m touching cock.